I love to see you writhe in throe The more you suffer my lust grows I slit your throat and tear your flesh My desire will be your death SADIST (Tormentor) I welter in blood I rape and I slay Stab sliver lacerate So many lusts to satisfy To still my hunger another must die SADIST (Tormentor) But now the sand of time is running out I feel old (so cold) Can hear the bell toll So week (must sleep) Can hear my victims shout Can't stand their cries their call I gotta pay for my lusts... They're dragging me down...
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